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Post by KLIKnDIE on Apr 18, 2009 21:21:20 GMT -5
(( If You're Marcus I totally call Sallah! ))
"The Hell if I know..." He replied, brow furrowed. Outside four black suited gentlemen, one with a pistol to Marcus's side, marched up the lawn. "...Oh... great..." He grumbled, "Marcus...." Sighing he rubbed his face and motioned to the two women in the room, "Both of you.. Get out back and to the garage. Marion, You're driving."
Indy briskly made his way to the front door, grabbing his hat from Tracie on the way. "As for you, You listen to Marion."
(( Yeah... I didn't really like Butch... The 4th doesn't fit canon for me. -sigh of discontent- so much potential... anyway... I'm going to edit that last post of mine... I meant to change it but forgot. Sorry about the confusion there.. ))
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Post by Edward's Alter Ego on Apr 18, 2009 21:28:18 GMT -5
Marion took the keys and grinned. "Don't need to tell me twice, Jones," she said and grabbed Tracie's arm. "C'mon."
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Post by Edward Uzumaki on Apr 18, 2009 21:34:59 GMT -5
Toboe stuck her tounge out at Indy before following his orders. She did however grab a hunting knife from his collection...
"I'm sorry, Indy," Marcus pleaded as three Germans stood like Dobermans around a piece of steak, "But if I had known, I would never have--!"
"How many times do we have to tell you to SHUT UP!" One of them roared, smacking Brody with the back of his hand.
From behind, in a black BMW Cabriolet, a young man stepped out from the back seat of the car. He was tall, mid-twenies, and a long scar running down his right cheek. His eyes were glassy and he smelled of expensive cigars. The others backed off when he approached Indiana.
"Doctor Jones, I presume? I am Heidrech Diefendorf. It is a pleasure to meet you." He held out his hand in a friendly guesture. When he saw Indiana wouldn't take it, he took out a cigar instead. "I come to you with a request..."
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Post by Edward's Alter Ego on Apr 18, 2009 21:52:58 GMT -5
Marion ran out into the garage with Tracie trailing behind and jumped in the driver's seat. "Get in the back," she said in a low voice in case there were other Germans around the household.
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Post by KLIKnDIE on Apr 18, 2009 22:33:38 GMT -5
Indy grimaced when Marcus stumbled from the blow, but was unable to move and defend him. One of the suits smiled evilly at Jones, a tooth missing from his unusually white grin. Jones ignored it and turned to face the man who addressed him, sizing him up as he approached.
"Funny... I didn't get you anything..." Came the barbed reply. He stared with cold indifference at the thin man. "Let Marcus go... He's harmless. Then we can go inside... have a drink maybe?"
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Post by Edward Uzumaki on Apr 18, 2009 22:41:29 GMT -5
"No, thank you. I don't drink American swill," Heidrech replied. He chuckled darkly and continued, "And your... friend here? I'm keeping him... as... insurance..."
Marcus rubbed his cheek in horror as the other Germans guffawed.
"It's such a nice day, Dr. Jones? Why not talk... outside? Where it's... warm?" He took another puff, blowing the smoke in Indy's face. "We are willing to hire your... services for something... important to us. Have you heard of... The Spear of Destiny? It has a more familiar name to it... The Holy Lance."
No reply came from Toboe as she got into the back of the car. She stuffed the hunting knife up her coat sleeve and scootched over to the passenger side of the car. When Marion wasn't looking, she snuck out of the other side of the car and into the front yard. She hid behind the car and watched Indy from behind the tinted windows, secretly slashing the car's tires...
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Post by Edward's Alter Ego on Apr 18, 2009 22:44:52 GMT -5
Marion turned the engine of the car on, slowly turning the keys and hoping it didn't make too much noise. "Why must he always get me into these messes?" she mumbled to herself.
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Post by KLIKnDIE on Apr 19, 2009 19:27:52 GMT -5
(( Indy:"wow... Nice choice..." Dad:"This should prove interesting..." Indy:"no kidding..." Dad:"now to make it believable" Indy:" Who do you think you're talking to?" Dad:"*scoff* Don't take that tone with me... joonya" n.n; sorry... just came up anyway... Yeah I like your choice... I just need to research a bit.... scratch that... alot. you know there was actually a comic about this? *fanboy rants* ))
Indy squinted darkly through the smoke, determined not to flinch as the tobacco stung his eyes. Jaw set he mumbled, "...I know about it... The Lance the pierced Christ's side on Calvary... Also known as the Lance of Longinus...." Indy's voice trailed off and his gaze hardened. The countless legends about the lance; Of it's supposed magical powers to grant incredible power, even invincibility, to whoever wielded that lance were already running through his mind. All the great armies of the past, Alexander the Great and even Napoleon were suspected as possessing this relic. Thus came the big question... Indy plied it as simply and as coldly as he possibly could, "So What about it?"
It was at that moment that he caught sight of Tracie's antics. Indy struggled with himself not to look surprised and stared coldly at the man before him. Dammit Marion! What's Tracie doing loose?!
(( n.n; Just a question.. how am I doin' so far? ))
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Post by Edward's Alter Ego on Apr 19, 2009 19:35:00 GMT -5
Marion looked in her rear view mirror and growled. "Dammit, that girl..." she said, quickly getting out of the car to look for Tracie. "She better not do anything stupid."
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Post by Edward Uzumaki on Apr 19, 2009 21:51:54 GMT -5
((You're both doing AMAZING!!))
"My... people are looking for it," Heidrich chuckled darkly, "And if you're willing to join us... you will be spared God's wrath..." The other Germans joined in the laughter. Distracted, Marcus snuck from the circle of 'dogs' and hid. Before Heidrich could speak (or for Indiana to get out an answer) Tracie was on top of the car screaming at the top of her lungs:
"LIKE HELL, YOU NAZI PRICKS!!" She dove on top of one of them, thrusting the knife into his right leg and biting his left shoulder. He howled as he collapsed, the others ganing up on the girl as she retreated. One attempted to give her a hook to the jaw, but she ducked and double-palmed his torso, knocking the wind out of him.
"SIE MECKERN!!!" yelled as the thrid came up behind her, ready to kick her head in. But Toboe was faster. It appeared as if she dislocated her right shoulder as she snuck a punch into the man's family jewels.
Heidrich snarled as the girl yelled back, "Das ist, was sie für die verletzung meines großvaters erhalten, sie Nazi bastard!!" He turned to face Indiana with a punch for his men, ment for the man's jaw.
(("Sie Meckern!!!"= "You b****!!!" and "Das ist, was sie für die verletzung meines großvaters erhalten, sie Nazi bastard!!"= "That is what you get for hurting my grandfather, you Nazi bastards!!"))
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Post by Edward's Alter Ego on Apr 19, 2009 22:19:43 GMT -5
((Really? I feel like I'm not doing too well in this RPG like you two xD; I'm not an Indy nerd like I am a Star Wars nerd. lol))
Marion realized Tracie was outside attacking the Nazis and quickly got back in the car. "That girl is gonna get herself killed!" she said as she slammed on the gas pedal and the car burst through the garage door. "IIIIINDYYYY!!!" she yelled, driving up to the fight and motioned for everybody to hop in quickly.
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Post by KLIKnDIE on Apr 20, 2009 12:42:13 GMT -5
(( don't worry.. Marion... :3 you're doin' okay. ))
There was a sharp crack as Indy's right fist connected with Heidrich's jaw in a vicious uppercut. Without pausing to receive a courteous response Indy leapt forward, grabbing Toboe by the back of the (shirt?).
He looked her square in the eyes and roared "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" They were interrupted when one of the floored suits attempted to grab at Toboe's leg. Indy punted the Man in the nose with a sickening pop and began dragging Toboe to the car. "COME ON!"
At the moment he tossed her into the roadster, a terrible yet familiar searing pain ripped into Indy's right shoulder, shooting red mist onto the seat. Stifling a cry he tumbled into the backseat, barely catching a glimpse of 'gap-tooth' lying prone, Luger in hand. "Drive Marion! Drive! Head for the bushes! We gotta pick up Marcus!"
(( Indy's yelling alot here... ))
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Post by Edward Uzumaki on Apr 20, 2009 17:43:33 GMT -5
Toboe tumbled into the back as the car roared. She held her right arm in anger as the car roared. She stayed down, to avoid fire from the men wanting revenge. Heidrich motioned his men into their car, scrambling like wounded animals. Marcus looked both ways before joining Tracie in the back.
"Good Lord! Indiana, who is this girl!? Is she yours!?"
((LOL, she is now... ;D))
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Post by KLIKnDIE on Apr 20, 2009 22:20:32 GMT -5
Indy growled and pushed Marcus's head down, noticing both he and the girl were gripping their right shoulders. Indy lowered his left hand from his shoulder and growled, "She's mine for now..." Hoping to avoid any confusion he added, "I'll explain later!"
With some effort, Indy crossed his left hand to draw his revolver. The side-arm clicked and the barrel swung down to reveal... "d**n!" Indy cursed and slammed the gun onto the seat, the Cylinder lying empty.
Racking his brain he called to the front, "Hey Marion?! Can you toss me a Box in the glove compartment?! It's important!" probably a bad thing to ask when she's driving....
Shots rang out as the German party realised they'd never catch the Jones' with their flat tires.
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Post by Edward's Alter Ego on Apr 21, 2009 15:23:09 GMT -5
"Gimme a sec!!" She yelled, veering the car sharply to the left and through an alley. She reached over to open the glove department and quickly pulled it out, tossing it in the back seat.
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